Seagulls plucked old regrets from out my jacket pockets ...

Hesitating, I stood on the chill white sand - 

Anne loped past me, plunging into the October sea - 

Shamed, I peeled off my clothes - 

I placed my jacket on a bed of shells - 

I followed Anne to swim in the glassy zinging shallows - 

I wore a torc of seaweed -

The waves washed away my melancholy - 

Gulls plucked old regrets from out my jacket pockets - 

16.00

Friday 6 October 2017

South Beach

Studland